“Yes,” I curled an arm back over his horns so that I could grip his hair, “Let them watch.”

“Perfection,” Traum said, and then with an exaggerated move, he tugged the wet gusset of my panties to the side and ran his fingers up my pussy, dragging the slick heat up to my clit where he squeezed that desperate little nub.

My ass pressed into the perfect hard length of his cock, my orgasm barrelling down down my body as his clawed grip circled my clit, the pads of his fingers protecting my sensitive flesh.

“Right there,” I whimpered, “Yes, baby, right there.”

“So slick for me, little dream.”

I moaned, rolling my hips in time with his fingers, wanting to come, but also wanting one more thing. I looked down, watching the couples below us, the pairs all experiencing this nearly painful level of need. And I knew what I wanted.

“I’m too empty,” I said back to him. Somewhere below a couple groaned at my words, “Can I have your fingers?”

Traum’s body shivered and then his hand was moving, the dominant one. And he was biting into his nails, tearing the length of them down until they were stubbed and low on the two center fingers.

I only had a moment to process what he was doing before he was trusting them deep into my body. They were big, thick, and warm. Traum stroked them in and out of me two times, and then held them deep inside me while his other hand circled my clit. My hips drew up, my entire body on the edge.

“Look at them while I make you come.” His teeth on my neck sent me skyrocketing away into bliss. Traum’s fingers moved gently inside me, drawing out every wave of pleasure, both of our chests heaving as we watched the ripple effect of those below usjoining me in shaking, wild pleasure.

“Fuck, youre beautiful,” Traum’s words made me shiver as even more aftershocks filled my body. His fingers slipped free and I’m too empty. Somehow my body still craving something. Needing something.

“Traum, I–oh, I need you.”

Fuck, Bailey. I think I’m going to have to come. Can I slip inside you? Fuck, you’re so hot. I promise I won’t lock; I just want to feel this pussy –my pussy when I come this time.”

I’m nodding, my head flopping back and forth as Traum’s lifting me, moving me just enough to undo his laces and then he’s guiding me down, letting the long deep red length of cock slick up from my ass to my clit. I ground on it, my slick instantly soaking him.

“Too close this time,” Traum’s words are frantic, spoken from behind clenched teeth. “I have to get inside you. Just the tip. I promise, you can take it. I need to know what it’s like. I need to know my cum will be dripping all over this cunt.”

His hands moved and I felt it, the thick head of him at my entrance. And all I felt was assurance and trust. I needed this, I wanted this. And so did he. I loved him. I wanted to bond with him, but we would do that later.

Tonight was for pleasure.

The thick head of his cock slipped inside, his body behind me immediately freezing as curses flew through the air. “I couldn’t guess. I would’ve never understood. Fuck, love, you’re so hot. I didn’t know what it would be like, but now, I’ll never forget.”

“Traum, so thick,” I mumbled, my body already clenching around his intrusion, the pleasure from just the bit of him I had, was enough to make my body wake back up. I wanted more. “I could take more.”

Traum’s panting breath on my shoulder picked up, “I know you could, little dream, but I cannot. I need to come, tell me I can.Tell me what you want.”

I turned my head, pressing my forehead against the side of his head, “I want you to come inside me. Fill me up, Traum.”

“Too good,” Traum whispered, “I’m going to come, fill up this sweet, perfect pussy. I can’t hold back any longer. Fuck, here it comes.”

Traum’s hand slipped between us, and I felt it grip the length of cock still trapped outside of my body. And then he’s coming, and it’s more than I could’ve imagined. Immediately my body responded with another orgasm, my body clenching and shaking around the thick spasming head that was pumping hot jets of cum into my body.

My mind blanked, my body jerking and moving against him until finally, minutes later, the spasms slowed and then relaxed.

When I can, I turn my face into his kisses, the stroking hands that he slid over my body. “What was that?”

Traum laughed, the movement making us both moan again as our bodies slicked against each other. “That, little dream, was just the beginning.”

***

Bailey

I thought Traum was being facetious. And maybe he was. But it was also literally not the end. The musicians played for what felt like hours more. And between the feel of Traum’s arms around me and the hand that he often slipped between my legs to relieve the constant ache there, my mind and body were completely relaxed.

Safe.